Damn. She WAS training for this. Something to talk about later. For now, he was enjoying every inch of her throat. And she was holding it down so well, too.
“Gonna be fine, pup?” It was almost teasing.
there was a sudden 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐤 when Logan pulled the pup down on his cock , eyes watering as Laura grips his hips . no words could be said , but instead the feral pup takes every inch perfectly .
That was annoying. Maybe he trained her a bit too well. Instead of snipping back, he went for it. Lunging right at her with his claws.
She’d heal back, if it landed. Training often got… A bit bloody.
"So what?! I get urges, like anyone else!" A cold war. She learned too much from him. Anyone who attacked first, was likely to be the loser. He feigned a swipe, retreating backward.
"Because I fuckin' wanted to?!" Well, if she was about to get ready to fight, so was he, crouched, claws slipping out, ready to go on the defensive. He had more experience in this, than her after all!
He forgot how ineffective that was against her. Tongue pressing to his teeth as they stared each other down. "... You really piss me off, you know that?"
No threats ever worked on her. And that... Worked something up in him. Leaning in to press his lips against hers. Oops!